Arabian Nights - Bruce Springsteen

    Shrieks of Sheiks as they run across the movie screen
    A thousand sand-dune soldiers led by an Arabian Queen
    And the harem girls move like fancy (Clancy's) dancers
    In my dirty dreams
    And I wake up on the floor clutching the bed-lamp
    And Mama comes in, she screams
    "Hey you been out with that tramp again last night
    You know that silver-sequined Arab black bitch
    The one that Mama don't like ?"
    But Mama she sings me moontime melodies
    With this great Top 40 hook
    She shrugs her shoulders, she don't care
    Papa just stares and says "Mary, look the girl's alright
    The girl's alright"

    And there's a tenseness in the air He turns and says
    Don't you know, can't you feel it "Tell me son, what's the word ?"
    Because there's something hanging there 'Cos you know he can't hear it
    Pull back the mist and reveal it But don't go near it
    And even if you fear what you near It's criticized as too absurd
    Don't conceal it Even the animals fear it
    'Cos if what Mama feels is too real Papa says "Fetch me my flashlight,
    She just claims she don't feel it And she stumbles out the front door

    So come out from behind your bunkers
    'Cos the lift-off's been a bust
    Oh Papa's Gone and Mama's dead
    And buried in my rocket dust
    You're alone now for the first time
    Don't worry, 'cos that's all right
    All fear will completely disappear
    Come the Arabian Night

    Well the soundman smiles and turns the dials
    To set the meter readin' rising
    He pulls the singer's voice from out of his pocket
    To see if the audience likes it
    Oh and in the very first row sits sweet Jenny Rue
    With a bell on her shoe and she wants him to make it
    He flicks a switch but Jenny moves too fast
    And the audience sways to the sound of her shotgun blast
    The manager comes running out from behind stage and says
    Check the band's arms for bullet holes
    Make that man roll up his sleeves"
    The drummer shoots himself with cyanide
    And then asks to be relieved
    And me, I say "Well, it's too crazy in here
    Which is the stage door out, I gotta get up tomorrow morning for work"
    And the promoter says "Man, once you're in they all lead out
    What's the matter man, ain't you heard ?
    There's a war going on on the outside
    And I'm paying you to sing like a bird
    So get in and get tough or get up and get out
    Because things aren't too tight"
    I said "Don't worry, man, everything's gonna loosen up
    Come the Arabian Night"
    Come the Arabian Night

    So I get back in my bed
    But outside my window I hear another gang fight
    It's Duke and the boys against the Devil's best man
    And both sides have drawn their knives
    And Duke he's a well-known knife-fighter
    And with one quick jab he brings the Devil down
    He smiles 'cos he knows there's a high bounty on Devils
    In any God-fearin' town
    Well they say Duke sold the Devil to some priest in Pennsylvania
    To exhibit on his altar Christmas Night
    But the Devil's eyes they still burn red with fire
    As long as Duke walks upright
    And he swears there's a going to be a showdown
    Come sundown on the Arabia


    Marco Giunco
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